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letra de n.w.b. - beazus

[intro]
suckin’ my d-ck, i know it cost a grip
man, n-ggas was broke (yah)
yah, aye (okay)
this was 2019, i was only 19 (like, give me some of your energy)
yah, aye, yuh, aye
n-ggas was, yah, n-ggas was, yah

[hook]
n-ggas was broke, i was sleepin’ on the floor of my homies
hated by they hoes
n-ggas was broke, sellin’ soap and kickin’ doors
god is needed, nothing more
n-ggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
count your money, smoke your dope
n-ggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
i need a sign, not a loan

[verse 1]
people laughing at me cause i’m on the side of the road (talk yo sh-t boy)
couldn’t pull no shorties cause the dirt stains in my clothes (talk yo sh-t boy)
going job to job cause i ain’t slaving, selling souls (talk yo sh-t boy)
lost my car, lost my job, lost my b-tch, my heart is cold
please man, i don’t wanna live like this
watching police go deal with the violence
all my friends good, scam for the profit
i chose the legal way, one of a prophet
as you can see though, my life they want off it
better run, if the d boys they pop sh-t
or you’ll be in all black, nothing gothic
tryna run from my city, so toxic (gang, gang, gang)
[pre-chorus]
broke phi broke, b-tch i ain’t got it (broke)
love so lost, date in a locket (lost)
trust no soul, blade in my pocket (gang, gang, gang)
wanna go home, red boots and they knockin
broke phi broke, b-tch i ain’t got it (yuh, oh my god)
love so lost, date in a locket (b-tch i’m broke, f-ck with me)
trust no soul, blade in my pocket (yuh, swear to god, b-tch i’m broke)
wanna go home, red boots and they knockin (f-ck with me)

[hook]
n-ggas was broke, i was sleeping on the floor of my homies
hated by they hoes
n-ggas was broke, sellin’ soap and kickin’ doors
god is needed, nothing more
n-ggas was broke, sharing food and sharing clothes
count your money, smoke your dope
n-ggas was broke, living homeless finna croak
i need a sign, not a loan

[verse 2]
i might be homeless and making plays
but your b-tch still wanna touch me
crackers and water for lunch and dinner
might get a pizza if lucky
beazus be rocking his green for days
so you might think that he lucky
i can’t wait ’til i can dwell on these days
thank god that i was so lucky
ren cut the beat my n-gga
n-ggas think i switched up, how sad
cut it like fabric and let ’em be mad
i been on my, ass for weeks
hustlin’ runnin’ nikes on my feet
get a new b-tch and these n-ggas hate me
quit a d-mn job everybody hate me
don’t even know if my parents hate me
godd-mn, got a lot on my chest
before this, i was in bed for months
never moved, n-ggas called me depressed
skin is taking the biggest toll cause my life is falling
and i’m flooded with stress
momma got no job, daddy can’t sleep
brother make sh-t on his own
baby brother got autism, got bigger issues
than a shot of patron
i got the mic so i let it all out
i don’t wanna spill no feelings over the phone
i’m raging, i’m trying, i’m meant for something
i know i got talent, ain’t never bluffing
making music with no money, no laptop
writing verses while my wheels is on asphalt
and i got a whole lot more sh-t coming b-tch

- beazus

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